Amidst a vast meadow the last time when I met herI said: 'Come again a time like thisif one day you so wishtwenty five years later.'This been said, I came back home.After that, many a time, the moon and the stars,from field to field have died, the owls and the ratssearching grains in paddy fields on a moonlit nightfluttered and crept! - shut eyedmany times left and righthave sleptseveral souls! - awake kept Iall alone - the stars on the skytravel fastfaster still, time speeds by.Yet it seemsTwenty-five years will forever last.